Last night there was this drunk girl who had never played blackjack in her life who sat next to me at a $10 table. First hand she got was a 16, dealer had a 5, and she hit and pulled a 5 for a 21. She was so excited about her "blackjack" that she spilled her drink and the entire shoe had to be replaced. Fortunately it was a negative count so I didn't mind those bad cards being thrown out. While the cards are being replaced I tell her (in a hushed voice) that I can count the cards and to listen to me tell her how to play her hand and to follow my betting pattern and to sit out when I do, and she thinks I'm a genius.
Later on the TC is +7 and she gets dealt a pair of tens against a 6. I tell her to split 'em and I even give her the money to do my favorite thing, split the tens (she's betting a green chip because I told her to bet big). 2 aces come out of the shoe next. I have my max bet of $50 out and have a soft 19, and I double it and get a 10. The dealer busts!
While the count is still high, the dealer has an ace and I take insurance and have her take it too, telling her that it's normally a bad play but the dealer is now more likely to have a blackjack. The dealer does indeed have blackjack.
During an extremely negative count (RC was over -15) and both of us sitting out almost the entire shoe, she spills her drink again, this time it spills all over me and the dealer's 2 cards (2 tens) get wet, and the entire 6 deck shoe is replaced again and the other players' bets are pushed.
I had some positive variance and she was lucky to have "beginner's luck" and the luck to sit next to a counter like me. She was flirting with all the guys at the table and the dealer and the pit boss, which helped keep the heat off me.
In a little over an hour I'm up about $300 and she's up $200 since we had some positive variance and won our big bets. I wish I always had someone like her at my table all the time, instead of the ploppies who get mad at me for ruining "the flow" of the cards.
Now I hope she remembers the card counter she met at her first blackjack table ever and always plays with an advantage the rest of her life, but I'm sure she woke up this morning wondering how she has $200 extra in her purse.
Later on the TC is +7 and she gets dealt a pair of tens against a 6. I tell her to split 'em and I even give her the money to do my favorite thing, split the tens (she's betting a green chip because I told her to bet big). 2 aces come out of the shoe next. I have my max bet of $50 out and have a soft 19, and I double it and get a 10. The dealer busts!
While the count is still high, the dealer has an ace and I take insurance and have her take it too, telling her that it's normally a bad play but the dealer is now more likely to have a blackjack. The dealer does indeed have blackjack.
During an extremely negative count (RC was over -15) and both of us sitting out almost the entire shoe, she spills her drink again, this time it spills all over me and the dealer's 2 cards (2 tens) get wet, and the entire 6 deck shoe is replaced again and the other players' bets are pushed.
I had some positive variance and she was lucky to have "beginner's luck" and the luck to sit next to a counter like me. She was flirting with all the guys at the table and the dealer and the pit boss, which helped keep the heat off me.
In a little over an hour I'm up about $300 and she's up $200 since we had some positive variance and won our big bets. I wish I always had someone like her at my table all the time, instead of the ploppies who get mad at me for ruining "the flow" of the cards.
Now I hope she remembers the card counter she met at her first blackjack table ever and always plays with an advantage the rest of her life, but I'm sure she woke up this morning wondering how she has $200 extra in her purse.
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